Musings

Family hiding from the storm Found no place at the keeper's door It was for this a Child was born To save a world so cold and hollow The sleeping town did not know That lying in a manger low A Saviour King who had no home Has come to heal our sorrows Is there room in your heart (3x) For God to write His story? Shepherds counting sheep at night Do not fear the glory light You are precious in His sight God has come to raise the lowly Is there room in your heart (3x) For God to write His story? You can come as you are But it may set you apart When you make room in your heart And trade your dreams for His glory Make room in your heart (2x) Mother holds the Promise tight Every wrong will be made right The road is straight and the burden's light For in His hands He holds tomorrow .... This is a beautiful song. As I listened to it, I could not help but be impressed by the question: Is there room in your heart for God to write His story? The moment

This morning, I read Paul’s words to the Corinthians where he pleads with them ‘not to receive the grace of God in vain’ (2 Cor.6:1). The Corinthian believers appeared not to be enjoying all the benefits of God’s grace. Perhaps they had not fully grasped their position in Christ and His salvation. This position of grace is beautifully illustrated in the story of David and Mephibosheth, where we see the wondrous outworking of King David’s benevolence towards the helpless descendant of Saul. The story is found in its entirety in 2 Samuel 9 and is well worth a read. David enquires if there is anyone left from the house of Saul to whom he can show kindness (grace) for Jonathan’s sake. Ziba, the servant, informs him of the lame Mephibosheth and the king sends for him out of Lo Debar. When Mephibosheth presents himself before the king, he falls on his face and David says to him: Do not fear, for I will surely show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will re

As I was falling asleep last night, I could hear was the Sh’ma Yisrael resounding in my ears. On Sunday afternoon, I united my voice with around 300 others in Jerusalem and the acapella version had given me goose bumps. So beautiful! The words so beautiful could sum up much of my experience in Jerusalem this month. It was my seventh trip, a number which has great significance in the Bible, and this trip did take on a form of perfection in many instances. On the Friday of the first week, I went to the Garden of Gethsemane early in the morning. If only the 2000-year old olive trees could speak! I retired into the tranquil coolness of the church, where a remembrance service was underway in Russian. As the women sang the responses of the liturgy, many were weeping. I was moved to pray for these women and for the reality of this remembrance to become a vital part of all our lives. How we should be impacted daily by the fact that Yeshua was crushed in the Garden of the Ol